Елена Иштар - Он ест сырники по утрам.
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Words - Vera Polozkova
Music - Elena Ishtar

I.
Falling.
Draw.
Unquestioning, like a sign.
Haughty.
Hair in three streams.
He is a grimacing girl -
Anxiety. Perplexity.

I am open to all winds,
Hot to chills.
He eats cheesecakes in the morning,
Not much grief about anything.

I -
I measure words
Canopy,
Mouring them right there in a bullet,
He - sits by the window on the chair
And does not take eyes from heaven.
We-
We do not know each other.
Us -
There is no other way.
Only -
A drop of touching.
Admiration. Regrets.

He is an almond shape of the eye,
Hands, blinded chisly ...
In general - for a thousand first time,
The forehead is squeezing heatedly,
Be funny - a little out of time -
And, grabbing fragments of phrases,
Warry doomedly,
God, how is it all worthless -

"We" will never happen
As unity of pronouns,
Only a handful of regrets. -
It all ended. The light turned off.

I.
All the same.
And even
Night
I kiss my eyelids quietly.
Do not break me.
Do not help.
I am Jupiter daughter.
Forever.

It's hard to love me
Earthly.
In a whirlwind of fierce cheerful
I will sometimes suffocate different
What is radiant, ascended, unbearable ...

But he will not be built a temple,
That it will be great and eternal -
He eats cheesecakes in the morning
And falls in love with mortal women.

I am
Still, only a string.
Only
Voice.
Without words.
Without flesh.
Muse.
Spirit.
Not a wife. -
Wind,
Caught
On the end.